| Yeah
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| They say they miss the old Craft
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| No they don’t, that line’s for all you cats who got no growth path
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| Far as I can see, they fuckin' with the grown Craft
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| Far as I can see, I stayed me and I growed that
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| Far as I can see, you puppets got your nose back
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| Know that you a tweet away from an exposed act
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| We don’t need no discussion
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| No loyalty don’t mean nothin'
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| If there’s traffic you just pick a new jersey like D Hudson
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| Y’all be switchin' teams
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| Runnin' from the work, frontin' isn’t worth
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| I turn an assumption to a perk
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| Used to lump 'em in with bunches couldn’t carry my water
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| Ahhhh, look what I taught 'em
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| If I ever lost, then I learn (then I learn)
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| You don’t worry 'bout the cost when it’s earned (when it’s earned)
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| If there’s one thing I’m not, it’s concerned bout a flashy rapper ahead of me,
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| talkin' it’s his turn (not concerned)
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| We’ll see who’s tank is on what and when
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| We gon' see who flake when that summer ends
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| When that easy pavement all under them turn to schemes, mistakes and all
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| frontin' friends
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| And these dreams I made from up under them made from genius, patience,
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| and blood, cement and I win
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| I’m about impact, I’m a name yours type of guy
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| I ain’t with the apps, I’m a main course type of guy
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| I ain’t in the mix, I’m a straight pour type of guy
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| I don’t do the scripts, I’m a
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| I’m a make yours type of guy
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| Look, bitch I’m Robert Horry
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| Hit the shots that count so now you can’t ignore me
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| I own all my energy, hoe you can’t afford me
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| You’ll see when we countin' up the rings |